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History, RAM wise, news…
you know… conversational pause
news of the world, conceived
as we do today, satellite TV,
IOT informing otherwise
isolated pockets
of rugged individuals with social flaws,
madnesses mostly shown off with spite,
chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth.
At the base of a certain plinth,
the one we all feel we saw the guide say,
The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens,
reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox,
left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident,
as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature,
we do.
Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout.
Make a face, smile,
think we feel that smile, and we feel another,
not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute
just thinking about it seriously, on the internet,
news, up to the minute, thus the proverb,
the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth…
two parter, the wise prepare peace locally.
You with me, at my request, alien thinker,
we proceed, at my behest, aligning why
with how,
winning feels, while playing, as a child,
thinking and doing as a child may, without
molting through graded sorting sharpenings
means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise
points of no return,
forge on,
once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation
formed from a suggestion spiritually protean
fluid phased emission messaging will, free form,
wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs,
we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind,
we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt,
we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it.
Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be
ever as ever is at this point
on any given thread
twisting us in time.
Today, some among us, we feel, weeping
bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears,
dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation,
early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating,
light fog forming from changes at atomic levels,
lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification
let me say,
meandering, another anderson and I,
experienced boys teaching boys about ***
and to this day there is shame such as was not
shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk.
War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe,
if we examine old knowledge retention structures,
cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations,
societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing,
we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here,
Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now,
given eyes to see everything from any position
re thinking whying as an act we perform individually
usually right way redone act we perform daily,
without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit
our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing,
being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we
be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get
hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function,
helping peace persist where none has been since
Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us
initiation honed most points all must face, we are
all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest
acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games
huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill,
outside the Amercian Legion Hall,
on the forever vacant lot,
where no anxious thought was thought,
as we scrambled for top spot and fought
fought for fight's sake fought to learn
to be men,
capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise…
boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men,
and broken men, made,
do unthinkably affirming
hate filling historical events
evidencings involving levelings
reproof of instruction is the way of life…
experience keeps a dear school…
children formed after the remembered cold war,
children formed after the remembered long walks,
children formed after the remembered winters
home alone with Grandma working making beds
social information devices perform teachings
on Queen for a Day, chosen
winner rode in a golden Cadillac
to a Hollywood Premiere,
at the famous Chinese
Theater, where immortality is assured
all the stars who ever shown there
in the silent film era…
any way, Queen for a day, applauded
for her story,
empathy education
an opportunity leading
to latch key kid syndromes
weeping for her story,
that ended with her one wish,
a game show, a televized competition
Great American Chamber of Commerce
attempt to persuade ladies at home,
to try New Improved Blue Cheer
ask your grocer to stock it for you…
for most pitiful situation survived,
by the selected performers lured
to tell lurid details only imaginable,
during the Hays law MAGA Fifties,
Afternoon local programming or this,
it was all that was worth watching,
during our bored waiting years,
ever learning, never coming
to the knowledge
of the truth,
during development of better Turing tests
free informing rational reasons predetermined,
as is said proverbially in my family, we just get
more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now.
What manner of men are we, after we learned,
we let wars continue because our fathers believed
whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves.
And cost to the powers that be,
for public entertainment and information,
performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/
rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers.
What the Queens on many days wished,
the trigger activating the Applausmeter
on Camera,
take
take off this tattoo. They wished. And won,
time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
--------------------------
History, RAM wise, news…
you know… conversational pause
news of the world, conceived
as we do today, satellite TV,
IOT informing otherwise
isolated pockets
of rugged individuals with social flaws,
madnesses mostly shown off with spite,
chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth.
At the base of a certain plinth,
the one we all feel we saw the guide say,
The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens,
reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox,
left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident,
as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature,
we do.
Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout.
Make a face, smile,
think we feel that smile, and we feel another,
not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute
just thinking about it seriously, on the internet,
news, up to the minute, thus the proverb,
the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth…
two parter, the wise prepare peace locally.
You with me, at my request, alien thinker,
we proceed, at my behest, aligning why
with how,
winning feels, while playing, as a child,
thinking and doing as a child may, without
molting through graded sorting sharpenings
means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise
points of no return,
forge on,
once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation
formed from a suggestion spiritually protean
fluid phased emission messaging will, free form,
wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs,
we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind,
we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt,
we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it.
Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be
ever as ever is at this point
on any given thread
twisting us in time.
Today, some among us, we feel, weeping
bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears,
dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation,
early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating,
light fog forming from changes at atomic levels,
lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification
let me say,
meandering, another anderson and I,
experienced boys teaching boys about ***
and to this day there is shame such as was not
shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk.
War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe,
if we examine old knowledge retention structures,
cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations,
societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing,
we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here,
Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now,
given eyes to see everything from any position
re thinking whying as an act we perform individually
usually right way redone act we perform daily,
without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit
our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing,
being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we
be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get
hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function,
helping peace persist where none has been since
Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us
initiation honed most points all must face, we are
all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest
acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games
huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill,
outside the Amercian Legion Hall,
on the forever vacant lot,
where no anxious thought was thought,
as we scrambled for top spot and fought
fought for fight's sake fought to learn
to be men,
capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise…
boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men,
and broken men, made,
do unthinkably affirming
hate filling historical events
evidencings involving levelings
reproof of instruction is the way of life…
experience keeps a dear school…
children formed after the remembered cold war,
children formed after the remembered long walks,
children formed after the remembered winters
home alone with Grandma working making beds
social information devices perform teachings
on Queen for a Day, chosen
winner rode in a golden Cadillac
to a Hollywood Premiere,
at the famous Chinese
Theater, where immortality is assured
all the stars who ever shown there
in the silent film era…
any way, Queen for a day, applauded
for her story,
empathy education
an opportunity leading
to latch key kid syndromes
weeping for her story,
that ended with her one wish,
a game show, a televized competition
Great American Chamber of Commerce
attempt to persuade ladies at home,
to try New Improved Blue Cheer
ask your grocer to stock it for you…
for most pitiful situation survived,
by the selected performers lured
to tell lurid details only imaginable,
during the Hays law MAGA Fifties,
Afternoon local programming or this,
it was all that was worth watching,
during our bored waiting years,
ever learning, never coming
to the knowledge
of the truth,
during development of better Turing tests
free informing rational reasons predetermined,
as is said proverbially in my family, we just get
more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now.
What manner of men are we, after we learned,
we let wars continue because our fathers believed
whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves.
And cost to the powers that be,
for public entertainment and information,
performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/
rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers.
What the Queens on many days wished,
the trigger activating the Applausmeter
on Camera,
take
take off this tattoo. They wished. And won,
time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.
Venting, war gives me gas when it excuses it operators and leaves them ruined.On Earth, we can stop thinking like children now. Please do. Teach children all the secret things men do to become liked by Donald Trump types/
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